Today is emotional. I haven't felt much like crying for several days, but there's something about this afternoon that's just pleading for tears. Maybe it's the clouds over Oakland. Maybe it's the two races that were run today which featured people I know well: A 5K for the Childhood Brain Tumor Foundation and the Twin Cities Marathon; maybe it's my family who ran for Logan and Lo who ran for her sister Bobbi -- one honoree still fighting a cancer battle and another who's moved on from this earth too soon. Maybe it's the exhaustion or the regret or the frustration over uncontrollable details or the uncertainty. I can't put my finger on it, but it's something.
Logan finished his second round overnight and is in the process of clearing the Methotrexate, which will take several days. Right now he's sleeping to the sounds of Tiny Toons on DVD, and I'm watching him from my window seat perch feeling a little bit heartbroken over such a loss of innocence -- both his AND mine.
And that's my Sunday afternoon.